I leave my phone on the chair arm and slip the top off casually, showing it very quickly to the camera for some reason before throwing it onto the eggshell white chaise lounge in the far corner of the room. The cool, rough fabric of the office chair doesn’t feel half bad on my bare ass.
I look back towards the main show: Jane and Lydia are still probing each other’s mouths with their tongues, with Jane’s hand’s giving Lydia’s pussy some attention for good measure. Mary and Charlie are standing right behind them, caressing each other’s tits and asses ever so gently while locking eyes deeply.
Damn, girls, these really are pros.
I notice there’s a new message from Mr. Big: “What about the Couplet?”
The Couplet is a sturdy, dark red and silver vibrator that’s currently sitting on its stand next to Lydia’s desktop monitor. One of our coders wrote a program linking the Couplet’s Bluetooth controls with the site’s tipping platform.
When engaged, a customer can make the Couplet vibrate instantly by tipping. The bigger the tip, the more power the Couplet gets. We get to enjoy stuff like that by calling the coders “Bennet Brains” instead of “Bennet Nerds.”
The Couplet’s a fun idea, but it’s not used much. But if that’s what Mr. Big wants…
The Couplet is always charged, synched and ready to go. I don’t type a word in the chat, I just open the Couplet app on my phone to engage the program as I grab the vibrator. The thing starts buzzing like crazy as soon as I take it off the stand.
Oh, yes, it’s working, and I’m a bit richer. That’s good.
I look over to see if anyone notices that I’m using the Couplet. Nope. Lydia’s is still in her chair, and in absolute ecstasy as Jane is kneeling on the white, plush carpet and gorging on her pussy. I swivel the chair around to see Mary on the bed behind me. She’s leaning back against the pillows, smart enough to choose an unobstructed spot in the camera view.
Charlie is walking towards her. Slowly. I feel the need to swivel away from the bed. Whew.
We have some lucky ducks watching the show tonight. The Couplet buzzes briefly in my hand.
I don’t even look at my phone. Mr. Big has chosen another way to communicate. I place the edge of the Couplet on my pussy lips.
Well, it seems like I’m really wet for some reason. But the Couplet doesn’t start up again. You drive a hard bargain, Mr. Big, I marvel.
I swivel back around to the bed, and the Couplet starts going bananas.
Charlie’s pushing Mary down into the pillows as they make out with abandon. The Couplet is now slipping up and down my lips and vibrating with wild power. Mary reaches out and blindly starts spanking Charlie’s well-rounded butt-cheeks.
And I need to…turn away for a moment.
Without thinking, I start lightly grazing my clit with the fingertips of my free hand as I turn away. I want to insert the Couplet, just a little bit, but it’s stopped. So, I keep swiveling until I can see Lydia and Jane again.
There we go, the vibrations begin anew, as strong as ever. It looks like Lydia and Jane are in the aftermath of at least one orgasm, as Jane has the remains of a good squirting on her and doesn’t seem to mind.
As Jane tongues Lydia’s nipples, Lydia laughingly starts running her fingers around Jane’s own left breast, and the Couplet — now jackhammering away — takes my guidance to lightly start to go in, and back out, and in a little more this time, and slowly out again.
I look at Jane and Lydia, who are sticking their tongues out at the camera, sassy and defiant.
The already white room starts to go almost supernaturally bright as I feel the shudder of an extraordinary climax pulsing through me in waves. It seems to go on and on, peaking in intensity and eventually fading away gently.
I pick up my phone so I can type a message to Mr. Big: “Yeah, I would say five stars.”
Lizzie
“Did you sleep well?” I’m asked.
Jane is shoveling in a spoonful of organic maple granola and soy milk with her usual breakfast speed. It’s early for her, only about 1 p.m. That’s good, though—I need the mansion to myself today.
Jane laughs with her mouth full, picks up her cereal bowl and takes it with her wherever she’s going.
“Be careful driving with your breakfast,” I yell out to the departing Jane. She laughs from the hallway. We both know that Jane is sure as hell not driving anywhere. Now I can check her off my mental list.
Mary’s out all day with the guy she’s pseudo-dating—maybe all night, too—and Charlie’s shopping for new show wardrobe, which is a multi-hour extravaganza every time. Lydia’s out of town, for real this time, visiting relatives; and most importantly, Catherine is meeting with the merch people and later some of the Bennet Brains. It could be months before I have the mansion to myself again, which is why I have the appointment set with Hawk for another tour.
I don’t know what kind of shit is going on behind the business scenes, and I can’t be bothered to care much. All I know is that it’s taking too damn long for Hawk to commit. I need him desperately to own Bennett Babes and to make a serious bid that cannot be refused.